there are times
when you feel every inch of your skin
you transfer the fingers
so that your head no longer splays them
register the pressure release of each individual finger
you feel movement in your belly
as the tea you drank negotiates a path through your digestive system
mobilizing enzymes and stomach muscles
you feel the sole of your feet pressing through the sandal onto the floor tiles
right leg crossed over left, the slight knick in the knee
white noise in your ear
you breathe in and out
you assume you will live forever
you know this is illusion
you know the score as regards immortality
your heart of different ages
will not keep beating for ever
these banal moments
intimations of mortality
are maybe all you really have
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